That night, the phone rings and it is not Harry, but the law clerk. Christina roars off to fetch him. They warm him with tea and Oscar's quilt, and they turn up the heat. As the clerk pulls from his old Gladstone bag a bottle wrapped in a green sock, a coffee can rolls across the floor. It is the Judge's ashes, he explains; the crematorium wanted $100 for an urn, which would infuriate the Judge. The clerk muses how the death of a great man is like the burning of a library, and he has followed instructions and burned all the Judge's papers accumulated over nearly 100 years. Lily prepares vanilla pudding for their guest. Christina remarks that after a few more pulls from his bottle, they can pour.....
